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Click hereSnake tongues are the wombs of insults.
They lash at my skin and breed a new wound
larger than before.
And the world is no remedy,
only an oven
where people often mistake its warmth for kindness.
when I find there is no place for solace I lose everything
I am assaulted with gulps, growls, and sobs
that bubble up from my own womb.
It is only then I realize
I am the snake, the head of all aspics.
I've hissed and spit venom into my own eyes.
Hallucinations of beauty amongst the hideous.
I starve for truth but everyone feeds me lies,
which is just a slow working poison
designed to kill from the inside out
because this world can't handle imperfection.
So I am left with the occupation to remain ignorant of all the wrong.
I am very literally only of value
when I have passed away.
Even then when body and soul have parted
others dispose of my remains.
The venue, handpicked, by Him personally
becomes a "stinky, depressing, disaster."
But I can smile while I lie in my own fluids
because among these fluids
are my venomous tears.
I've cried out the poison.
Only when I am blind will I truly see.
This one of my first publications of my poetry so I'm proud to receive any type of feedback! I will hopefully post up more and maybe a few stories.
I am the mold on that archaic jelly. Interesting read somehow linked by non secular references. Asp and you will receive.